Married, with consequences

Married couples should talk about their finances.  Too few do – but it can save a lot of pain later on.
 

 

Than you Susan.  (braces)
 
 

 

I hope she doesn’t give in to peer pressure. When she decides to have you castrated it should be because that’s what she wants to do. No other considerations should come into it.





 

 

Nasty man with big smelly feet. Really smelly feet.  I can’t understand what she sees in him.
 

 

Those surveys… I think all they do is make women feel unsatisfied.  And I should know.

Distorted view…see-through, baby blue

Oh, Arnold Lane. Pictures are mostly unrelated.

Yes…but…in the church?
 
 

 

Actually, on this blog it’s not amazing.  It was practically a certainty.
 

 

Lots of men feel embarrassed about how they behave during castration.  It’s a shame, because it’s not as if they’ll ever get another chance.
 

 

I wonder if it’ll feel different, being whipped as a married man….
 
 

 

Interestingly, the one time they tried vanilla sex, she accused him of being only halfway in when in fact he was fully committed.  It’s obviously a thing with her.

More of that kind of thing

Mistress Debbie to you.  Scarier than she sounds, huh?
 
 

 

I can feel it helping already.
 

 

Well, it wasn’t specifically on his hard limits list, so I suppose it’s OK.
 Lexi Sindel. Who else?  Well… some ants, I suppose.  Oh – and a bloke.
 
 
You’ll soon learn to detect the early signs of a long period of impotence.  Pursing her lips, finding fault with you – that kind of thing is usually a good early indication of a prolonged period in which you’ll find sexual release difficult if not impossible to achieve.
 
 

 

It’s good to have occasional surprises in marriage.

Coming out

You know, I read somewhere that many men spend their whole lives in the closet.  I think that’s horrible – a tragic waste.  I’m glad to say that I’ve never been put in there for more than five hours at a stretch.  Just lucky, I guess.


Shall we have some captioned images of female domination now?  You up for that?  Great.

The first twenty years are the worst, I’ve heard.
 
 
Cruella, from many many years ago.  But still one of the best photo sets ever.  The accompanying story was even about castration, you know.  Happy days, for the adolescent Servitor.
 

 

The problem is, these sorts of prejudice just seem to be inherent in the male sex.  In fact, that’s one of the reasons she’ll be removing it.

 
 

She’s right, you know.  Women are, you see.
 
 
 
Burble…gibber incoherently…sigh…
 

Report an abusive image

…if you spot any of those, do let me know, won’t you?




Financial domination by Natalie
No taxation without, err….






Sounds exciting.

 
 



I always find the washing instructions on clothes hard to understand.  So did he, apparently.

 
 



It wouldn’t really be asking permission if she didn’t say no, now and then, would it?





It rarely is, actually.  In fact, I don’t know about you but I’ve always found the standard travel phrasebooks to be pretty useless in session.  I’m thinking of writing in to complain.

Forensic examination

 Ah, Mr Sandwick. How are you feeling?

Yes, well no bones were broken, fortunately.

It was a nasty crash, though. You had bruises all over.

Now – we’re going to need your help with something. The police need us to put together a full report on the injuries you sustained, so they can determine what happened in the crash. Obviously, your chin got that horrible gash as the dashboard crumpled upwards, and there are bruises around your shoulder, where you jarred against the seatbelt…

…but there’s some quite severe and sustained bruising on your buttocks that we’re trying to understand.

Any thoughts?

No, well I suppose you were losing consciousness at the time.  Not really fair to expect you to remember!  I just thought, maybe…

Only…it’s odd, because there are two quite distinct patterns of bruising, on your buttocks and upper thighs.  The majority of the bruises – and we think these were sustained first – are consistent with some sort of heavy, but soft and flexible object repeatedly impacting your buttocks horizontally. Like – I don’t know. Maybe like a leather or a rubber belt.  But probably heavier than a normal belt.  Was there anything like that in your car that could have caused your injuries?  Maybe a fan belt from the engine, next to the driver’s seat?  I mean, it seems unlikely it could whip about repeatedly like that, but…

No? No, well that’s what the police said too.  Very hard to understand.

And then there are some really nasty bruises from something long and straight and thin – six of them, almost perfectly evenly spaced across your buttocks, starting on the upper thighs and going up. Those look very sore. I expect you can still feel them when you sit down. Any thoughts how those might have happened?  It was probably after the first lot of bruises.  Oh – and we’re pretty sure your buttocks were probably stretched taut at the time of the impact.  As if you were doubled up… or bent over.

No? Well, it is a mystery, isn’t it?  We’ve been discussing it, here on the ward, and none of the doctors or nurses can make head or tail of it.  Everyone’s fascinated.  Quite the little medical mystery – just like a TV show!

Do try to remember, though, if you can.  We’ve been wondering if you might – perhaps – have been doing something before you got in the car, that caused you to sustain these bruises? Some kind of activity that might have involved the kind of repeated impacts that I just described?

No? Can’t think of anything at all?  Oh well.

Only the other car’s driver is disputing liability for all of the injuries, you see. So I expect you’ll be asked about it as a witness in the court case. In court.  Under oath.

What’s that? Oh good lord, no, you can’t just drop charges now, I’m afraid Mr Sandwick. The insurance companies are involved, and they’ll want to make sure they’ve got to the truth.

Anyway, I need to take some photos. If you could just pop your pyjama trousers down? That’s right. And if you wouldn’t mind – it’s better if you stretch a bit, so it’s easy to see everything. So if you could stand here – that’s right – and then bend over with your bottom up in the air. That’s right. Don’t worry about the pyjama bottoms, down there around your ankles is fine.
Ooops! Silly me – I forgot the camera. You just wait in that position. I won’t be a moment.  If anything jogs your memory about what might have happened, you will say, won’t you?  Only it’s probably better now, than in court.

A daily act of brutality

Unusually for me, a themed post.  See if you can guess the theme.
 
All images taken from the public spaces of “The British Institution”, or tumblrs, not from behind the paywall to my knowledge.
 
Well worth a visit – once you’re in, you’ll find you can’t leave.  Not for five years anyway, even with good behaviour.
 
http://www.thebritishinstitution.com
 

 

 

 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 

 

Error correction mechanisms

My Significant Other has quite a few of them.

Cruella domme of my adolescent dreams...ahhhh
If the lipstick smear on her cigarette doesn’t act like a religious icon for you, you’re reading the wrong blog.


Bent over double and naked...but happy
And it’s only just gone the longest day, too.  Those long summer evenings, eh?


secretary humiliation oh my
Julie looks nice, doesn’t she?  Funny how looks can be deceptive like that.


The strap...again
If you’ve forgotten, don’t worry – she’ll just let you keep confessing to things until you get it.


Chastity with a smile
Isn’t that brave?  This is so hard for her to do – but aren’t you proud that she resisted the temptation to give in to her sweeter nature?  Again?

Incidentally, Servitor will be having a correction session this Thursday.  So if there’s anything relating to this blog you want to complain about, now’s a really a good time.  I’ll pass on your comments to Someone who can deal me, err… I mean them properly.

I worship her divine shadow

I am sorry to disappoint any Googlers seeking Lexx-related material after that title…I just thought it fitting for the theme of my blog.  But admirers of Xev, or Zev are really quite likely to enjoy what they find here.


And anyone who does like the material in this blog, who has no idea what I am talking about, has somehow missed out on the perviest science fiction TV show ever, and really needs to go and have a look.  Especially this episode.


Anyway, that’s that and now this is this:



Captioned image of femdom who gives but does not receive
She doesn’t actually approve of corporal punishment.  But she finds it does get the dishes washed and the clothes ironed, so she is prepared to make an exception in your case.



Femdom heroine returns and wants her boots licked clean
And when she gets you home, I hope you’ll be doing your patriotic duty and helping to take away all that built-up tension and aggression.  Just bend over and think of England.



Femdom stepsister puts a strap to good use
I’ve heard that Nicole will shortly be getting married.  It does mean she’ll have less time for Vincent, as she’ll have a husband to look after, a husband who she feels will need a lot of attention at first.  But she has a friend who is taking a great interest in Vincent, so who knows, perhaps the wedding bells will be ringing for two rosy-cheeked bridegrooms?



Raouls back bigger and badder thane ever
Makes a change from buying tampons, I suppose.